I don't much know how to deal with death.  I just don't get it.  I mean, how am I going to keep talking about myself if I'm dead?

I was flipping through channels recently, one of those crime dramas—when it definitely is TV—where the detectives are profiling the suspect.  I gleaned that this episode revolved around a serial killer.  He says to the other, the profiler to the detective, the suspect's biggest fear is death, not capture—he's a narcissist.  When I was walking down the street to turn myself in, I had that issue on my mind.  I don't know... it's taking me some time to compose this.  It's a tough subject, I tend to look away from the screen into the lit area in my yard, real pensive and shit—I got this new pimple near my temple that every moment I'm essentially cultivating.

So I watched the show for a few more lines in case it was about me, then I got disinterested and changed the channel.